Born to be together: this president is so perverted

Han Shengyang's eyes suddenly opened to the boss. He regarded the shredded squid in his hand as Han Zhifan, fiercely stuffed his mouth, and then bit it to pieces. "Han Zhifan, you liar, I want to tell your employees that their boss bullied me."

White happy, waste his expression!

"Well, you go." Han Zhifan said carelessly while sorting out the desktop.

Don't resist? Han Shengyang grinds his teeth. He doesn't know how to answer for a moment. He can only continue to regard shredded squid as Han Zhifan. He wants to destroy him on behalf of the moon!

A bottle of shredded squid soon came to an end, and Han Shengyang's anger was almost gone. He immediately sat upright and sat like a straight poplar. "It's so numerous that you can stay at home in the next six days, or I'll travel with you? We're both so beautiful. Going out to play together will certainly pull the wind."

He has made such requests before, but they have been ruthlessly rejected. However, he is an immortal Xiaoqiang, and he will be more frustrated and more brave!

"Don't have a male god burden. I'm your grandfather and won't laugh at you. Don't worry!" Han Shengyang's words are serious. Of course he is serious, because he is a serious little old man himself.

Han Zhifan leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his long finger knocked on the armrest of the chair regularly, and a light smile hung around his mouth. "I'm afraid I'll laugh at you. When you're addicted to chess, you don't care about anything. How can you know how to take care of people."

"Smelly boy, what are you talking about?!" Han Shengyang's eyes suddenly stared round, and he was so angry that he ate all the squid scraps left in the bottle.

Han Zhifan, what did the old man experience after he retired? Always say something confusing.

"Old man, talk well." Han Zhifan really can't understand why a late old man is addicted to the Internet all day?

"Oh, I call it fashion! Fashion, understand? You're an antique!" Han Shengyang thought that the roles of their grandparents and grandchildren had changed. Han Zhifan was an antique veteran cadre, and he was a cute old urchin.

However, this feeling is very fun. You can dislike that Han Zhifan is a money making machine and doesn't understand the taste of life.

"Oh." Han Zhifan sniffed and disagreed.

No, that topic was bypassed by him again. Han Shengyang suddenly woke up and angrily patted his thigh. "You stinky boy, change the topic for me again. I can't take care of people. I can learn."

Believe him, although he is old, his head has not rusted. He can learn it by swishing.

"I'm not a test object." Han Zhifan sneered at the corners of his mouth. The old man can be powerful in the mall, but he is a complete idiot in life. He can't take good care of himself. How can he take care of others.

"Smelly boy, it's your honor. You should be grateful!" many people didn't want this opportunity, but Han Zhifan refused!

Han Shengyang is now super invincible angry. With a serious and gloomy face, he blows his nose and stares. Seeing that he is so angry, the housekeeper beside him quickly took a packet of snacks from the drawer and handed it to him, "Sir, take this to calm down."

Glancing at the small snack handed over by the housekeeper, Han Shengyang was a little excited. Han Shengyang quietly swallowed his saliva, glanced proudly over his head and deliberately raised his voice. "Don't eat, Han Zhifan always buried me. I don't open Sen and don't eat. Unless he apologized to me, I'll go on a hunger strike."

The housekeeper smoked at the corners of his mouth and saw children and women go on hunger strike, but he really hasn't seen a man who once became the king in the mall go on hunger strike like a child when he is old, which makes people think he is reborn.

The housekeeper thought, who is used to the master's mentality of going back the more he lives?

Han Zhifan heard their conversation and his head hurt suddenly. The old man really regarded himself as a child and wanted to go on a hunger strike.

Han Zhifan shook his head helplessly. He had a hunch that Grandpa would make trouble endlessly. He couldn't cure the old man. He had to find an excuse to escape.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry. I'll go to dinner first." Han Zhifan said half true and half false. He was really hungry after working so late.

Han Shengyang rolled his eyes. Han Zhifan, a "thief", stole the "bad excuse" patent of his great hero!

"You can eat after apologizing." boy, there's no way to escape!

"Or you go home and apologize to me, and then I'll ask the servant to prepare delicious food for you." Han Shengyang said firmly. Now he is angry and worried. He doesn't know what will happen to him tomorrow?

Han Shengyang suddenly thought of the news some time ago. His face suddenly began to turn white. His hand holding the mobile phone was trembling, and his other hand firmly fastened the armrest of the sofa. "It's too complicated. Would you like to go home? Grandpa doesn't know how to take care of people, but I can learn. You're afraid that people who don't matter will know. Grandpa can let the servants have a holiday first."

Han Zhifan still prefers him to be as heartless as a child, rather than as serious and worried as he is now. He pursed his lips and made a sincere and serious guarantee, "Grandpa, I can do it myself. Don't worry. You'll treat me as a business trip."

"Don't." Han Shengyang shook his head firmly. "You come back, or I'll pass?" some pictures are constantly stimulating his nerves, breaking his eyes and suddenly becoming a little wet.

Han Zhifan continued with patience: "Grandpa, I keep my word."

"No, it's too complicated. I'll be grandpa with you. Please." Han Shengyang didn't want to see him escape from death again.

Grandpa's pleading words made Han Zhifan feel a sense of guilt. He held his mobile phone and stressed it again. After a long time, he whispered "sorry" to grandpa in his heart, and then opened his thin lips, "Grandpa, what do you say... What? I can't hear... Hello... I can't hear you. I'm hanging up."

The less he knows about some things, the better. He doesn't want grandpa to worry about him all the time.

Han Zhifan rubbed his eyebrows and stared at the white ceiling. He became a little confused, but he didn't worry. He didn't care about the arrival of tomorrow.

Calm like a bystander, without any awareness that he is the party.

For a while, his dazed eyes finally recovered their usual coolness, picked up the car key on the desktop, stood on long legs, held his mobile phone and prepared to go out for dinner.

But it seems that someone doesn't want him to eat alone. The mobile phone in his palm suddenly vibrates. Han Zhifan's cold eyebrows and eyes suddenly hardened for a few minutes. He angrily picked up his mobile phone and held it to his ear. His voice is too cold to say, "what's the matter?"

The person on the other end of the phone grabbed his hair and pursed his lips. His tone of voice was slightly awkward, "please have a meal."

After listening to his words, Han Zhifan's original cold and hard face suddenly changed and softened a little. He happily threw away his car key and said calmly, "good, where?"

"The old place."

Han Zhifan whispered "well", his pace was much faster, and the whole person seemed a little impatient.